To be is quite difficult. Sitting, with my eyes closed, I start fresh with clear mind, and a slow quieting down of heart beat, and breath. Attuned to outside noises. Noting how I react. Likes and dislikes. Jumping mind takes me into another space, another time. I wish for no thinking. Frustration from tyranny of busy mind. Not liking, at first, then remembering to make space. Deep breath. Reconciliation with imperfect state.
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